A/N: This is not an OC... you'll see what I mean soon enough.... this person is real!

"Hey Alfred!" Dick Grayson said cheerily, pulling up his chair to the table, and stretching his arms so that his Robin pj's stretched out as well, "How's your mornin'?  Whelming?  Traught?"

"It was fine Master Richard.  Until you starting to butcher the English language..." Alfred muttered back, handing his young 'grandson' a plate full of food, and smiling at his oldest's choice of sleepwear, "But, you'll always speak Romani better than English won't you?"

"You betcha Alf!" Dick said happily, politely eating his food as Alfred had taught him to the first time he had started to eat at the manor, "You know you love it!"

"I do Master Richard, I do... who else would be that annoying?" Alfred teased back, washing an empty plate.

"Hello Pennyworth, I would like some tea please.  China cup, two lumps of sugar, and I like black tea." Damian Wayne stepped out of the shadows, glaring into the kitchen.  It would have looked intimidating, but it was hard not to laugh at the Nightwing pajamas the kid was wearing.

Alfred stifled a laugh and turned into the kitchen to get the tea, and a camera... this Sunday morning scene between the two brothers was going to be priceless.

"Why Grayson, it seems as if you have figured out that I am, in fact, the superior Robin with your choice of sleeping attire!" Damian was saying when Alfred snuck back in, camera in hand.

"Nah, but it looks like you're a big Nightwing fan!" Dick replied calmly, reaching across the table to acquire salt.

"Me?  No, I'm wearing this to show that..." Damian paused, a retort not coming to him, "Come back to me in a few days when I find the suitable insult for you!"

"Aw!  You love me!" Dick said, pushing his younger brother, then taking a pancake from his plate.

"Give me back my pancake fleabag!" Damian shouted, reaching for the food object.

Dick just laughed and held the food up higher, standing on his toes, "Tell me you love me!"

Snap! Alfred took a picture happily, wondering if Bruce would like to see this.

"Will not!" Damian said angrily, pulling at Dick's pants, "I'll pull down your pants if you don't give it back!"

Dick's eyes widened, "Okay, okay, I'm giving it back to you!"

"No you aren't!"  Jason Todd said, stepping into the room and easily grabbing the pancake from the air, then holding it to his mouth, "Mmm... it's Alfie's special chocolate chip recipe too!"

Snap!  Alfred smiled, and mumbled to himself, "This is definitely going into the scrapbook!"

"Are you wearing Red Robin pj's?" Dick asked suddenly, whipping around fully and dropping back down on his feet.

"Yeah..." Jason responded, holding the pancake to the air, "This is the prime of existence!"

"That doesn't even make sense!" Tim Drake said, walking into the kitchen wearing Jason's jacket.

"Why are you wearing my jacket?" Jason asked, as Tim walked up to them, "Where did you find it?"

"I found it on the bench in the maze outside the manor... thought you might want it back, but then I tried it on, and it was so comfy, so I really don't want to take it off!" Tim explained, grabbing the pancake out of Jason's hands, "Where did you buy it by the way?"

Snap!  Alfred took another picture, then satisfied with the collection, waited till the boys resolved the sweater conflict.

"Not telling you, give me back the pancake and I will!" Jason said, grabbing towards the pancake desperately, "Give me!"

"Nonono, I'll give it back once you tell me where you got the jacket!" Tim said, inching the pancake towards his mouth.

"No, pancake is mine losers!" Cassandra Cain walked out of the dark, grabbing the pancake and shoving it in her mouth, "Pause with this and you lose!"

Snap!  Alfred grinned wildly, "And Mistress Cassandra goes for the win!"

"Cassie!" Dick groaned at his younger sister, "You always ruin the fun!"

"Yeah Cain, that was my pancake, you know that right?" Damian asked madly, looking like he was going to punch her in the stomach.

"Oh come one Cass!  That was my ticket to knowing where Jay got his jacket!" Tim said, pulling his hair in one way.

Cass sighed and looked at Jason, "Do you have any complaints?"

"No, I'm to busy waiting for Alfred to put down those stack of pancakes for me to eat!" Jason replied, hungrily staring at the plate that Alfred was holding.

Alfred smiled, then deciding to test out Dick's trick, he said, "I'll give them to you if you say you love me!"

"I'll do more then that!" Dick said, hugging the old man, "Love ya Alfie!"

"I love you Alfred!" Tim said, also joining in the hug with the elderly butler.

"I guess I love you Alf..." Jason said, nevertheless smiling, and hugging his brothers.

Cassandra signed, I love you, the went and hugged Alfred.

"tt. I love you Pennyworth." Damian said, hugging the old man.

"And I love each and every one of you!" Alfred responded, setting the pancakes down.

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Outside the window of the Wayne Manor, a young woman who was part of the British Secret Service, stared  into the window jealously.    Her eyes watered as she watched the old man be hugged by five children, the term used loosely of course.

She swore under her breathe as she listened in to the conversation around the hug... the heartfelt "I love you's" were enough to make her fall apart.  If only she was able to say that to him like they were... and if only he would say that to her.

They were more children to him then she was.

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Dick Grayson walked through the lawn with Damian Wayne, watching carefully as so that his youngest brother wouldn't chop off any of the shrubbery in fury and sadness.  Dick was always protective of his brother of course, and hated to see him cry, because that never happened.  He always made sure his brother was alright, and he tried to do it subtly, because he knew that Damian would shut down into himself if he knew.

Damian Wayne walked through the lawn with Dick Grayson, watching carefully as so that his oldest brother wouldn't chop off any of the shrubbery in anger and despair.  Damian loved his brother a lot, and though he would never admit it, he would definitely die again for him.  Damian hated to see Dick be sad, because Dick was always so happy.  Damian always made sure that Dick was happy, but he would never let Dick know that he cared.

They walked around the garden, not really looking at anything, but each other once every so often.

"Okay, this is creepy!" Dick said, after his brother and him had finished eyeing each other suspiciously.

"Yeah, why are you staring at me weirdly anyway?" Damian said accusingly, pointing his finger at his brother.

"Why were you staring at me awkwardly?" Dick shot back, staring at his brother in suspicion. 

"GO AWAY CRAZY LUNATIC!!" Damian shouted in confusion, then stormed back into the house.

"Dami..." Dick said carefully, then turned and sat on the bench by himself.

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The lady watched through the bushes as the scene unfolded.

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Alfred walked through the bushes, watering the plants, tending to the roses, when he saw Dick sitting on the bench by himself, staring at the hedge.

"Master Richard?  Are you alright?" Alfred asked, setting down his plant watering device(i honestly forget what they're called), and sitting next to Dick.

"Yeah, it's just that Damian got upset with me for looking at him, and I got upset with him for looking at me!" Dick explained, laughing at how ridiculous it sounded.

Alfred smiled, because earlier, he had gone into Damian's room to check on him, and the boy had said the exact same thing.

"Don't you think you should talk to Master Damian about it?" Alfred asked, smirking to himself.

"I guess..." Dick said nervously, because he knew Alfred had something up his sleeve.

"Then why don't you two work it out?" Alfred asked, shooting something up into the tree above, and Damian fell out.

"Ouch?" Damian said to Alfred, rubbing his bum.

"Work it out or I'll shoot more of these!" Alfred said, pushing the two boys together.

"I'm sorry Dami!" Dick said immediately, "I was looking at you to make sure you wouldn't lash out at anything or get sad or something bad!"

"I guess I'm sorry Grayson..." Damian said more carefully, "I guess I was just making sure you were alright and you didn't start crying..."

"Forgiven?" Dick asked.

"As long as I am too." Damian responded, voluntarily hugging Dick.

Over Damian's shoulder, Dick shot Alfred a thank you look.

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The lady growled to herself from the bush.   The elderly man was able to fix the situation with ease and happiness.  Why wouldn't he do that for her?

The emotion the old man had felt for the two boys, and his genuine concern for their feelings bothered her.  The aura he had was comforting to them, but to her it was a constant reminder of what she didn't have.

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Tim growled, "Go away Jay!"

"Hey that rhymed!" Jason told Tim, rolling around in the desk chair.

"Go away Jason, I'm trying to work!" Tim said, pushing away the older boy.

"Oh come on!  Don't you want to play with guns?" Jason asked, shooting rubber bullets at the ceiling.

Tim groaned and looked longingly at his worksheet on Is there such thing as Cold?  Finally he turned around, "Will you quit it?"

"Why?" Jason asked, shooting tomatoes at the ceiling.

"I'm working!" Tim said, rubbing some falling tomato off his cheek.

"But don't you want to go around and shoot stuff?" Jason asked.

"NO!"

"Boys!" Alfred yelled at the two teens, "Stop this instant!"

"Alfred! Jason won't stop bothering me!"

"Alfred!  Tim won't train with me!"

"Look, Master Jason, let Master Timothy finish with his work and then bother him all you want, okay?  Bloody hell..." Alfred said leaving.

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The lady stood by the window and watched as the old man easily resolved the conflict between the two brothers.  Anger boiled in her blood as she watched the two boys quiet down and be silent.

Why would he do this for them....

This time, she would approach him.

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Alfred was washing dishes in the kitchen when a dark figure stepped out of the shadows.....

"AGH!  BLOODY HELL!"

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The boys were down in an instant, weapons out, blocking Alfred from any possible threat.

"What is it Alfie?" Dick asked, twirling his eskrima sticks.

"Julia?" Alfred asked.

"Huh?" Jason asked.

Julia Pennyworth, daughter of Alfred Pennyworth stood there, "Hello, dad..."